Thunderstorms And High Winds Today, Folks, With A High Of 2985 For All You Tourists Out There

Thunderstorms and high winds today, folks, with a high of 29–85 for all you tourists out there–

With a scowl you close the live weather report and get back to work on the eight hundred words left of a two thousand word essay before you can lose too much steam. That weather report just annihilated your motivation.

Oh well.

You’ll have to try again tomorrow.

Clear skies today everyone. Looks like a full day of sunshine with a high of 32–

You’re shutting down your computer before the report is finished.

The gears of your bike spin with a satisfying whir as you speed through the city, wind blowing back your hair in the early morning sun. You burst out of the last block with a huge grin and make your way to the first open spot to lock up your bike.

Once your blanket is spread out securing a safe perimeter of relaxation you lay down

and soak it all in.

Your stomach starts to grumble and you know you’re going to have to get something to eat soon but it’s just so perfect. The sun, the beach, the rhythmic crashing of the waves. This is why you’ve worked so hard to study abroad. Yeah, yeah, cultural experiences and everything, but you’re not kidding yourself. Rio’s far from home and on the ocean.

Heaven.

You slowly drag yourself to sit up feeling thoroughly soaked through with sunshine and let your gaze lazily drift over the long line of sand.

And there it is–there he is–the other reason you’re here.

Because oh

my

god.

The head of bright orange hair that sways and swooshes as the man underneath it dives and jumps and moves in ways that seem too fluid for a casual game of beach volleyball.

He’s enticing.

His smile shines brighter than the sun after he leaps unbelievably high into the air and slams the ball down into the sand. You feel more out-of-breath just from watching him than he seems to be from actually playing.

And you’re not the only one completely enthralled by their game. Everyone in the surrounding area’s been pulled into spectating, some of them even starting to cheer. You don’t feel badly for staring.

The ball goes up and gets spiked down; the orange-head-hottie stretches out to dig the ball but only bumps it, changing it’s trajectory. It shoots off and splats in the sand a few feet from your blanket.

He’s already on his way over but you can’t miss this chance. You’ve been coming here for weeks waiting for the stars to align, for the weather to be nice on a day that you aren’t overwhelmed with schoolwork and for him to be on the beach, and you’re not going to waste it.

You grab the ball and meet him halfway–god he shines even brighter up close.

He gives you a big, grateful smile and says “thanks!”

Your heart flutters at his accented Portuguese. He’s quick to get back to his game and you try not to take that personally. He’s obviously an experienced, talented player…the game is probably more interesting than anything else to him.

Doesn’t stop you from coming back to watch him again and again.

Every time you come to watch you spread your blanket out closer and closer, shortening the distance like a representation of your dwindling time abroad and then

“Hey!”

One morning as you’re settling in a shadow slides across the sand. He pauses by your blanket on his way to the court.

“I’ve seen you here on the beach before. Haven’t I?”

“Yeah…I like to come on my days off between classes.” You smile, eyes raking over his muscular arms on their way to his face. “Soak up the scenery.”

He grins and you’re not sure if he caught your glances. “Yeah, it’s gorgeous here…isn’t it?”

You nod, noting his accent, and exchange a little small talk about your countries of origin until some other guys call out to him.

He leaves with a friendly wave and you unabashedly watch as they start playing.

You’re much closer than you’ve been before and you can really appreciate the beads of sweat that roll down the valleys of his muscles. There’s a voice in the back of your head that chides you; you’re being creepy! But there’s a certain crispness to the way he’s playing today. Like everything is more concentrated, intentional. And then you notice him glancing at you. After a sharp play or impressive move his eyes do a quick flick in your direction behind his sunglasses. That voice argues again you’re being creepy until he wipes the sweat from his face.

He doesn’t bother walking to the towel waiting next to his water bottle; he just uses his shirt, lifting the fabric high enough to reach his face and exposing his abs.

You hollow out.

Because he wasn’t just wiping his sweat in a way he’s never done before–ignoring you’ve watched him long and closely enough to know that–he did it right toward you

giving you a full view of the toned set. And the smirk on his face as he gets ready to receive tells you it was on purpose.

He knew what he was doing, knows what he’s doing as he continues to blaze a trail across the court taking every opportunity to flex and show off

for you.

The sun’s not the only thing burning when he leaves the court drenched in sweat and gets his things before coming back over to you.

“Wow…you’re really good,” you compliment him to a wide grin.

“Thanks! Are you a fan of volleyball?”

“I’m a fan of watching you play volleyball,” you answer, delighting in the momentary shock on his face. “Come on, why’re you acting so surprised?” You give him a playful smirk. “I saw all the extra stuff you were showing off today.”

He chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah…I was…I just…”

“You’re not used to it paying off?” you surmise and he nods. You introduce yourself and he replies in kind. “Well, Hinata Shōyo,” you grin, “you’ve got my attention. What would you like to do with it?”

Helpless

Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW. Quickie. Anxiety.

Authors Note: Reposted.

You’d always known your soulmate, in a weird sort of way.

The two of you were on opposite sides of the globe, casually doodling patterns across each other's skin while the other slept. It had become painfully clear in childhood that the two of you didn't speak the same language; with the help of your mother, you’d figured out that it was Japanese at least.

Unfortunately, you’d lived in a poor, rural part of america, so finding the money or place to study the language had been something far beyond what your family could do at the time.

No, it wasn’t until you had gotten a sports scholarship to college that you’d managed to slip it into your curriculum. Needless to say, the thought of finally managing a conversation with your other half, after many years of speaking almost exclusively in doodles and broken English, made your heart swell uncomfortably in your chest.

Even better, you finally knew his name. Well, how to say it.

You’d memorized the kanji years ago, despite having no idea what it meant; you’d been a bit overeager to finally hear it spoken aloud and ambushed your professor on the first day of class. He’d been amused when explaining the details to you, and thus, the first thing you’d learned to say in proper Japanese was Kozume Kenma.

Kenma! You’d written it on your wrist, hoping to garner the man's attention since you’d figured out that he was a bit of a night owl; sure enough, a small smiley face appeared beside it to indicate you had his attention.

With the help of your Japanese teacher, you managed to write your phone number on your forearm; the little :O Kenma doodled in response before your phone pinged with a laughing emoji made your heart flutter. Your elderly professor patted your shoulder before heading to the front of the class to begin his lecture, and you added your soulmate to your contacts.

* * *

“Y/N--” His sentence came out a bit too quick for you to effectively translate and you felt a pout forming on your face as you tried to keep up. Seeming to realize the issue at your prolonged silence, you heard Kenma laugh softly before saying, in english:

“It is nice to hear you.” Melting, you murmured your agreement; with that, he went back to speaking in Japanese and you just listened to the sound of his voice, flopping backwards in bed with a beaming smile on your face.

* * *

“Do you work?” You’d gotten better at understanding him over a months worth of classes, but Kenma was kind enough to use English as often as he could. Apparently he’d had mandatory English during school, but he’d been a lazy student, and after years of being out of high school, he’d gotten rusty with what he did know.

“At the University Library, yeah! My housing is covered on my scholarship, though, so it’s primarily for groceries and stuff.” You could hear the sound of gunshots in the background and realized he was playing video games while the two of you talked; with a grin, you shifted the topic to him and found yourself delighted when he went off on a small tangent about the latest feature of his current favorite game.

You’d never really been interested in video games, but anything that got your normally soft-spoken soulmate to ramble automatically got a thumbs up in your book.

* * *

“Come see me.” You choked on your water as you crossed campus; the sound of his sleepy voice making you shiver pleasantly despite nearly coughing up your lungs.

“I can’t afford that.” You’d laughed after a moment, and his husky chuckle had you pausing to lean against the nearest brick wall.

“I’ll pay for it.”

“Thats, like, a thousand dollars minimum, a-and I don’t even have a passport; I couldn’t just--”

“Y/N,” Firmly, he interrupted your polite denial. “I can afford it. Let me do this, please.” Clearing your throat, you promised to think about it before using your next class as an excuse to escape the weird tension that had formed; as you hung up your phone, you willed the butterflies in your stomach to still.

You also started checking your schedule for next quarter and the details of your scholarship in the hopes you could take some time to leave the country; tentatively, you sent him the details on a flight that would work that evening as you settled in to sleep.

* * *

After jumping through about a million different hoops, you managed to get your passport; Kenma bought your ticket for the upcoming winter break, and since you'd never seen snow, your other half insisted he'd take you further north than Tokyo.

"You'll love it." He promised, all eager whispers and quiet laughter. The end of the quarter seemed to drag on, after that, and the closer your flight came the more anxious you got.

What if he didn't like you? Or, worse, found you unattractive? Sure, you guys had sent selfies and done the occasional facetime, but you'd learned the moment you got a cellphone what angles worked best to make you look more appealing and now it was second nature. Was that cat-fishing? Were you cat-fishing your soulmate?

You tried not to overthink it.

* * *

After a miserably long red-eye flight, you landed in Japan.

You weren't entirely positive what half the signs said, but with the help of google and a phone call to Kenma, you managed well enough.

Don't puke, don't puke, don't puke--

You were literally trembling when you made your way towards the exit, scanning the crowd subtly for any sign of your soulmate. One hand gripping your suitcase hard enough you were positive the cheap plastic was seconds from snapping as the other pressed your phone to your ear.

You saw him before he saw you, and the world seemed to move in slow motion.

"Oh no you're gorgeous." You hadn't meant to say it aloud, but watching the confused -- and then surprised -- expression flit across his face before he began searching for you more avidly made you smile a bit.

When his gaze met yours from across the room, you were suddenly way too hot and very much regretting the black hoodie you'd thrown on; his sly little grin as he approached, hanging up the phone call, kept you frozen in place.

"Thank you." He murmured, smiling a bit gentler as it became clear you were too flustered to formulate an appropriate response.

"You're pretty cute, too." The compliment made you let out an undignified squeak before you cleared your throat and tucked your phone into your pocket, debating what kind of greeting would be appropriate. Should you hug? Shake hands? Oh God why was this so awkward?

Making the decision for you, Kenma wrapped his arms around your shoulders, tugging you against his chest with a small, contented sigh. You promptly returned the gesture, clinging to him a bit as your nerves slowly began to settle.

"C'mon, we can grab some takeout on the way home." He yawned and turned to lead the way; you murmured your agreement and followed obediently.

* * *

You kissed him.

To be honest, you didn't mean to, but he was pulling his hair out of that messy bun he'd worn and for some reason he just-- looked so good right then and he was right in front of you. When you pulled away, wide eyed at your own audacity -- what if he was, like, ace or something, and you'd just seriously overstepped? It wasn't like you guys had really talked about such things -- you could have sworn you heard him mumble "thank god" in his native tongue before he tugged you forward into another kiss.

The needy whimper you let out as he rolled you onto your back -- one arm bracing him over you on the couch as the other slid underneath your shirt, fingers ghosting across your heated skin -- was a bit embarrassing, but he just smiled against your lips.

"My pretty little soulmate." Kenma teased, bumping his forehead to yours; you curled your arms around his shoulders as he stared down into your eyes.

"Yours." His golden eyes widened at the soft affirmation, letting out a breathless laugh of surprise.

"Always yours." The promise seemed to cut whatever thread was holding him back; with trembling, hurried hands both of your clothes were discarded blindly. Your kisses became feral -- a clash of teeth and tongue and need -- and he let out a soft hiss when you shifted to mark up his pretty neck.

Honestly, you were pretty sure that your underwear was literally shredded as he sought out your soaking core. He didn't bother prepping you after a quick swipe of his fingers revealed that you were just as eager as he was; as he slowly sank himself into you, he murmured soft praises, one hand coming up to caress your cheek gently.

Kenma kissed you as you began squirming at the stretch, brushing the moisture that had gathered in the corners of your eyes away with slender fingers.

"Beautiful-- so fucking perfect--" He groaned, finally settling all the way inside you; your nails dug into his shoulders when he grinded against your fluttering walls.

"I love you." You mewled and he stiffened in surprise before melting against you, arms looping beneath you to press the two of you impossibly closer as he slowly began thrusting into your heat.

"I love you too, Y/N." His chuckle against your ear -- in addition to the abrupt change in tempo as he began to piston in and out of you, somehow managing to brush against you in just the right way to have sparks dancing over your vision -- was enough to send you over the edge in a matter of minutes.

Kenma cursed softly as your body clamped down on his cock, a quiet whine passing his lips as he chased his own high; when he pulled out and finished on your stomach, the two of you collapsed together in a mess of tangled limbs.

"That… wasn't how I planned on doing this the first time." He admitted, almost shyly, and you laughed.

"Oh, you mean a quickie on the couch?" At your teasing he groaned and rolled off of you, tugging you up with him.

"Let's go shower off so we can do it right." At that, you outright cackled, letting him tug you along to the bathroom with a blush.

Oikawa Toru x F! Reader - Finding You (Soulmate AU)

Request: Hi I was wondering if I could request number 28 from the soulmate Au list ? I was wondering if you could do Shinsou or oikawa ? Maybe with a female or nonbinary reader ? Amd maybe have it be fluff that eventually turns moderetly spicy if you feel comftroable with that? If not thats ok!

I really hope I requestes this correctly if not I’m so sorry !

Thank you so much for taking your time to read this ! Have an amazing day! And please drink some water !!

@moonstone777​​

My List of Soulmate AUs

TW: Fluff and Suggestive content

It was your 5th birthday when your spirit creature appeared.

You’d been awoken by movement coming from next to you in your bed. Your eyes fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the light coming in from your window.

Then, you heard shuffling coming from under the covers next to your head. You pulled back the blanket, and had to hold in your squeal from the absolute cuteness before you.

There, curled up in a ball, was an adorable little…thing. It shifted when you moved the covers, and it blinked open it’s eyes, looking at you with pure curiosity.

Keep reading

[ sakusa kiyoomi ! soulmate au ]

it had been years since your own soulmate has rejected you. due to the nature of the message, one would assume it was cruel, but you couldn’t help but find it so despite how how your heart crushed when you had first seen it. it was simple and clear, the only sentence they had ever written you.

i don’t want a soulmate, please don’t contact me. sorry.

there were no conversations shared after you had responded with a simple ‘got it,’ and waited a few moments, making sure to give them time to view it before you erased the words to prevent the way your eyes seemed a little blurry every time you saw them.

when you had explained the situation to your friends, one of them looked you dead in the eyes, their eyes wide, and questioned how you seemed too nonchalant. they questioned if you understood what that had meant, that you would be alone forever, and you simply shrugged.

it wasn’t as if the situation didn’t affect you. of course, within all years you grew up, you tended to feel a little upset when you watched how other soulmates seemed so in love, how they completed each other upon first sight when the person made to love you didn’t want you, and of course you cried here and there, but one fact remained.

there was nothing you could do.

you weren’t going to pathetically and desperately try to change their mind. you had enough faith that if they changed their mind, they would grab a pen and make the first move themselves, especially since you were no longer kids.

you weren’t going to ruin your own life over someone you didn’t even know, so instead, you held your head high and moved on, and all your efforts were enough to let you intern and work with the manager of the MSBY black jackels. after talking with the lady, who seemed so overworked that you weren’t sure the salary could even be worth it, you found yourself finally standing in front of the team.

“guys, this is [y/n]. they will be sitting in on practice for the following two weeks, please don’t bother them.”

you offered a polite smile and a wave. “hello, it’s a pleasure meeting you all. if you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask.”

the exhausted manager proceeded to introduce them one by one, and while they were all very attention grabbing, your eyes only lingered more than necessary on one who coincidentally happened to be staring at you, eyes wider in an emotion you couldn’t make out.

sakusa kiyoomi.

it took you a few days to get comfortable with the overly chaotic team and it didn’t take long until atsumu finally brought up the over-used question that no longer made you flinch. “so, have you met your soulmate yet? they’re one lucky motherfucker.”

you almost snorted at the irony. instead, you hummed in disagreement, purposely acting unaware of how sakusa actually seemed to be interested in the conversation for once, how he immediately stopped his actions, eyes set on you as he watched your ever move as you scrolled through instagram. “flattering, ‘tsumu. i haven’t.”

the ball of sunshine that was hinata tilted his head curiously, eyes wide. “woah, do they live far? how come you haven’t met them yet?”

“oh, they rejected me.” you stated calmly, voice clear of any emotions. everyone seemed to freeze and you could have sworn you heard sakusa suck in a breath loudly, but you glanced up and offered a smile. “it’s fine, please don’t worry! it happened years ago, i’m already over it.”

atsumu blinked. “so… does that mean i can ask?”

meian immediately smacked the back of his head, apologetically glancing at you, but you only let out a light laugh. despite how the faux blond was very rude at times, you thought it was nice for him to ask first. after all, you had uncountable encounters where you hadn't even finished your answer before you were bombarded with rude, nosy questions. "yeah, i don't care. what's on your mind?"

immediately, miya, hinata and bokuto were slumped in front of you, legs crossed and attention undivided. they reminded you of little kids waiting for a reward, and you couldn’t help the small amused smile pulling on your lips as you shut your phone, taking note of how sakusa stood behind them, leaning on the wall with furrowed eyebrows and a frown.

“when did it happen?”

“i was ten.”

“did it hurt?”

“like physically?” you snorted, your amusement growing when the three nodded quickly. “no, it did not. it hurt a little emotionally, of course, but nothing physical.”

“what are you planning to do in life without a soulmate? will you fall in love with someone else?” bokuto gasped curiously, leaning closer, and you raised an amused eyebrow.

“contrary to popular belief, romantic love isn’t everything. i think i can survive alone, bokuto.”

he pouted. “that sounds so miserable, though! i have no idea what i would do without my keiji, [y/n]! how are you still alive?”

meian immediately pulled the athlete up with a scolding frown, but you let out a small laugh. “you can’t exactly miss something you never had, you know?”

“but still! i—“

“enough, you mannerless little shit.” meian sighed tiredly, shooing the two other athletes out as he dragged bokuto outside. the room was now empty with the exception of you and sakusa, and considering the man had never spoken a word to you before, nonetheless did anything but frown at you, surprise was an understatement to what you felt once he quickly took a seat in front of you, replacing the others with an even more distressed expression than bokuto had a few seconds ago.

“can i ask you a few questions?”

you blinked in slight surprise, then slowly nodded. “sure, go on.”

he swallowed harshly. “what— what would you do if your soulmate suddenly just wrote to you?”

for an odd unidentifiable reason, the question felt even more personal than any question you had ever asked before as you tilted your head in slight thought. “well, i would give them a chance.”

he frowned. “that’s stupid. they broke your heart, rejected you before they even knew you and you would give them a chance that easy?”

you stared blankly at sakusa, who seemed to realize his words immediately and grimace, swallowing harshly. “sorry— fuck. look, it’s just…”

he groaned for a second before he buried his face into his palms hopelessly and you resisted the urge to reach over and pat his head in a pathetic attempt to comfort him, your intense confusion distracting you as you patiently waited for him to continue. after a few seconds, he finally sucked in a breath, looking up with exhausted eyes and a frown.

“i may have rejected my soulmate when i was young and i’m too much of a coward to actually contact them again because why the fuck would you give your soulmate another chance after they rejected you? fuck, i have been through hell and i’m the one who made the decision!”

you blinked once, then twice, slowly registering his words, before shrugging. “i think that’s just because you’re a coward, sakusa.”

he pouted. you thought the sight was adorable and you ignored the sudden urge to squish his cheeks, mentally scolding yourself. you had more important things to focus on other than how utterly adorable he was.

“what have you got to lose?” you hummed, leaning over and resting your elbow on your thigh, your cheek resting on your palm. “you already said it yourself, you feel like hell. are you going to live the rest of your life simply wondering when you have the chance to change it and fix what you ruined as a child?”

he groaned loudly. “what if they weren’t as forgiving as you, [y/n]! what if they reject me?”

“well, they would have the right to, obviously,” you started, deadpanning. he visibly sulked, and you mentally groaned at how affected he was at this. why couldn’t your soulmate be anything like the attractive man regretting all his life decisions in front of you? you truely had the worst luck. “but, at least you wouldn’t have to wonder anymore, and even if they do reject you, they would probably take it back after a while, anyways. you’re soulmates, dude.”

he frowned as he considered your words, before he nodded slowly. “okay. fuck, okay, what’s the move?”

you blinked. “why are you asking me that?”

“you’re coaching me throughout this.” he stated blankly, and you would have immediately told him that you were definitely not qualified for that if it wasn’t for the fact that his hands were shaking. you sighed, reaching over and grabbing a pen from your pocket before you held it out. the way he immediately grabbed it without even bothering to satanize it first showed you how stressed he was, so you calmly stared at him until he huffed, looking up. “okay, i can do this. tell me what to write.”

you shut your eyes, leaning back in your seat with a tired sigh. this was definitely not what you signed up for when you decided on this job. “give me a minute to think. any prompts?”

“you’re too slow, i can’t wait anymore.” he hissed, and you heard the pen cap fall on the ground. you snorted loudly, ignoring how your arm suddenly felt a little numb.

“well, you certainly had no problem waiting years.” you muttered humorously. however, there was no remark from sakusa and you finally forced your eyes open when you noticed how quiet it was, your gaze falling on a wide-eyed sakusa, lips parted in disbelief. and to your disbelief, his gaze wasn’t on his arm, it was on yours, where there was suddenly a neatly scribbled sentence.

would you give me a chance if i asked?

it was silent for a few seconds as both of you stared blankly at your arm before you managed to swallow harshly, lifting your gaze up. once your eyes met, you couldn’t help but crack a wide grin. “well, are you going to kiss me or do i have to wait a few more years?”

your laugh echoed through the room when sakusa nearly leapt over to reach you, his lips silencing the noise as he held you desperately like you were to disappear, and every moment before his touch suddenly felt as miserable as bokuto had described it.

‘i have no idea how i was alive without this either, bokuto.’

This isn’t the first time Iwaizumi’s heard the team talking about you.

“Just seems ta not wanna be here an’ doesn’t even like us…” Miya reflects after practice as Bokuto fervently nods. “Never comes out with us, even ta eat…”

Kageyama grumbles “doesn’t stay late when we’re doing extra practice.”

“Hasn’t shared any social media with us,” Hoshiumi adds.

He thinks about it a lot, what the guys said.

What they’ve been saying.

You’re a different kind of manager than most of them have had and from the outside it would seem like you’re not particularly invested in the job, in the team.

Everything the guys say is true.

You’re not overly enthusiastic, you don’t spend any time with anyone on the team outside of practice, you don’t show up early and don’t stay late, no one’s been able to find you on social media, and no one’s been given your cellphone number. You have a work phone through which they can reach you but it’s not yours.

And then they find out.

“Completely makes sense now…Uncle Hibarida’s the one we hafta thank fer our manager,” Miya complains. “A bit’a nepotism an’ we’re denied a key asset.”

There’s a round of shared sentiments and you’re suddenly even more out-of-the loop than before.

Iwaizumi hates that he’s starting to feel the same way. “I just…I’m trying to understand the hiring decision…” he offers after asking Hibarida about you and why you’re so…apathetic.

The coach measures Iwaizumi with a look but he doesn’t offer an explanation; he just pats Iwaizumi on the shoulder and walks away. Without a satisfying explanation, or any explanation at all, Iwaizumi wonders if you’re going to make it as their manager.

   Suna’s off his game.

He knows it and he’s doing everything he can but it’s not working. No matter how much extra time he puts in on the court or in the weight room he just can’t get out of this slump and he’s internally panicking that he’s going to get benched.

When practice gets out he feels lost. Everyone’s got a place to be and he lingers in the locker room, dragging his feet to go home wondering if he should stay and keep trying.

“Suna?”

He’s surprised that you of all people call him out of the locker room. “Yeah?”

You search his expression for a long moment and deeply inhale, like you’re hyping yourself up to face a big obstacle. “Come on.”

“Huh?” His expression scrunches up. “Where?”

“Conbini.” You’re almost frowning.

“Ookaay…” Suna awkwardly tags along curious and confused as to what’s happening. You don’t try to make any small talk along the way and when you lead him to the candy section you just stop and point to the “chuupets?”

You nod inscrutably. “They’re your favorite, right?”

His narrow eyes flick to you, taken aback. “Yeah…so?”

“So,” you sternly reply, “pick some out. My treat.”

“But…why?” His eyes narrow even more at you. “We’re not even allowed to have treats. Iwaizumi’s gonna flip.”

You cross your arms. “If he has a problem with it, he can take it up with me.” When Suna doesn’t make any move your arms fall back to your sides. “Okay, look…I know we’re not…friends…but I do care. You’ve been having a hard time recently and need a…well…I don’t know,” you admit self-consciously and shift your weight. “I just thought…” You sigh in defeat. “Let’s just forget this…Sorry.”

You step past him to leave-

“Green Apple.”

You freeze.

He tentatively picks up a package, avoiding your gaze.

“When I was little my favorite flavor was green apple…” the plastic crinkles in his hand. “I don’t like it anymore…Hate it, actually…But sometimes I eat it anyway…just to see if I can feel all those good things about being a kid again.”

“What’s your favorite now?” you ask quietly, looking at the assortments with him.

“Pineapple.”

“Then we’ll get both,” you offer without hesitation and take the biggest variety pack, the only one with both flavors and bring it to the counter.

Suna’s still by the candy section when you’re done paying.

“You coming?” you call. Though he gives you a mystified look, he nods and follows.

       Iwaizumi’s on the bus when he sees you and Suna sitting on a bench together. He only has a glimpse as the bus drives by–are those candy wrappers between you?! There’s no doubt candy isn’t allowed on the diet plan but for the first time the two of you are smiling and the next day at practice Suna’s in top form.

He doesn’t bring it up but ever so slightly

something shifts.

    Bokuto’s next.

The owl disappears during practice one day after a hearty round of laughter that wasn’t necessarily directed at him but it was definitely because of him.

“He’s done this since high school,” laments Yaku.

Miya sighs “he’s a sensitive boy.”

From the corner of his eye Iwaizumi sees you slip out of the gym while the others debate sending someone to find him.

“Seriously,” Yaku assures them, “he’ll hide somewhere for a little while and come moping back around.”

“You guys keep practicing. I’ll take a look,” Iwaizumi offers to a round of gratitude. 

He doesn’t have to wander far until he hears your low voice.

“Is that better?”

“Yeah.” Bokuto sounds unnaturally small. Iwaizumi stays out-of-sight, waiting for something else to happen but Bokuto asks “what are you doing?”

“Keeping you company,” you simply reply.

“But…why?”

Iwaizumi imagines–tries to imagine–you shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t like being alone when I’m upset…” You consider something for a long moment. “It’s hard…because usually people want to do something…like they can fix it…When all I really want is to not be alone.”

You’re both quiet for a while before Bokuto softly admits “usually everyone just tells me to cheer up.” You wait quietly as he adds “but it just makes me feel worse…I just want to be sad!” 

“Sometimes people can’t handle seeing someone act in a way that doesn’t fit the person they think they are.”

“Huh?”

Iwaizumi smirks at Bokuto’s confusion but there’s no trace of humor in your response, only patience as you rephrase it. “Everyone sees you as the ball-of-energy Bokuto. And they’re too fragile to understand you get sad, too. You have every right to your feelings Bokuto for however long you need to feel them.”

Iwaizumi’s heart aches when he hears the emotion in Bokuto’s voice. “Thank you.”

    After that it’s Kageyama who’s having trouble with his nails and nail file. Iwaizumi catches a glimpse of you giving him something after practice and the next day Kageyama’s meticulously caring for his nails with a glass-crystal file.

Then Sakusa who states displeasure about the lack of hand sanitation throughout the facility and finds new stations set up a few days later.

Ushijima who stares at his phone for a long time until you sit with him and help write a reply to something.

Finally Kiryu who goes out for a run after practice. Iwaizumi doesn’t think anything of it until you dash out; he follows and gets to the lobby in time to see you speeding off on a bike after Kiryu. On his way home he catches sight of you, the two of you, sitting on the same bench you shared with Suna as you listen intently, patiently to the over-thinker who’s clearly venting. 

It becomes clear that you care for them, just in your own way.

Sure you don’t stay late or arrive early every time one of them does but there are too many monsters to keep up with and if you tried, you’d never leave. So you’re not here extra but when you’re here, you’re here. You’re not the out-going or bubbly manager many of them are used to but you go above-and-beyond for them.

It’s clear you want to be here as much as they do.

So when they have their first press conference of the Olympics and someone from the crowd insults the vertically challenged members of your team?

You have to be contained.

With walls of muscle like Ushijima, Ojiro, and Hyakuzawa, it’s laughably easy for the team to hold you back. It doesn’t stop you from spitting venomous challenges for the coward to show themselves so you can properly insult them back, though,

“Seriously? You think that was bad?” Hoshiumi comments. “Do you even see what people say on twitter?” 

“No, I don’t have one,” you reply. “What do they say?”

In his shock he misses your question. “You don’t have one? What do you have, then? Instagram?”

“No.”

“Tik Tok? Facebook? Discord? Tumblr?” He gags “myspace?”

You laugh “no! I don’t use any social media.” A moment of realization comes over you and you ask “wait…what do to they say about you guys on those sites?”

If there was any doubt left in how you felt about the team, it’s gone after your reaction.

“I was wrong about ya,” Miya admits as the team moves into the dorms for the Olympics and he sees the special attention given to everyone’s needs, put into the specific accommodations for each athlete. “Fer a grumpy little scrub…yer a good manager.”

Iwaizumi sees the small and private but glowing smile as the setter walks away.

In the way you defend them from negativity, intervene when reporters are being unprofessional or fans too intense, and support them from start to finish more than anyone else, you’re their champion.

Their heart and soul.

TSUKISHIMA KEI, THE TUTOR !

when y/n’s figure ice skating career is in danger, because of how bad her grades are, tsukishima is willing to tutor the girl until her dream will be safe again.

notes: tsukishima kei x oikawa!reader, younger sister, fem!reader. ice skater!reader. have i told you how much do i love iceskating. also reply sth if you want to be in my taglist!

one things tsukishima knew about you, even before you two got together, was that you were incredibly similar to your brother when it came to engagement in sports. oikawa being extremely obsessive and trying top everything that includes volleyball, and your eagerness to top every single jump in a day or the same obsession, but with ice-skating.

sometimes, he felt compassion for your parents, two out of three children (he wasn’t so sure about that since he never met your older sister) somehow passing each year with their full focus on their athletic career. and sometimes it was funny to see how obsessed both of you were, yet so successful.

there were many things, you’d give up for your brother, but when shiratorizawa offered you a scholarship, you couldn’t refuse, even if it hurt your brother to the point where he refused to talk to you for a few weeks. one of the best high schools in miyagi with the absolutely best ice-skating programme, built-in ice rink, and the best teachers in japan. it was a chance you couldn’t let go.

watching you ice skate was one of tsukishima’s favorite after school activities. he would take an hour-long ride to see you on the rink for at least a few minutes. the blonde boy wouldn’t admit it, but helping you with stretching out, or recording your jumps, so you could watch it over, and over again, was just as satisfying as when he blocked wakatoshi’s spike.

so when you called him in the middle of his school day, barely breathing and said that you might lose both scholarship, and a place at shiratorizawa, because of how terrible you were with your studies (mostly ‘cause of your focus on skating), he knew there wasn’t a single scenario in the world, where he wouldn’t help you.

not only, because he was already so whipped for you, but also because you deserved everything that would help you out in pursuing your dreams and career. you’ve already made so many sacrifices that you couldn’t just leave in the middle, and tsukishima wasn’t the person, who would stand in the way of your happiness.

“i’m not your boyfriend for nothing, right? i’ll help you.” he replied, cutting you off as you panicked, imagining every possible scenario in your head. “i’ll make sure no one will take the scholarship from you, try to breathe, okay?”

Every time he had tutored you, you weren’t able to focus. your eyes would always wander around his face, flustering the shit out of your boyfriend at the same time. keeping your focus off him seemed like a crime, and you weren’t a criminal.

however, this time was supposed to be different, your career was on stake, and tsukishima wasn’t the one who would let you let it down, you weren’t the one as well. ever since the day, when dad took you and oikawa skating, you knew it was your thing, so tossing aside classes and homework to stay a minute longer on the ice-rink wasn’t the worst thing.

when the clock hit 8 in the evening, and your entire body gave up on another jumps, you finally took off skates with an additional help of your boyfriend, who untied them. his hand hung loosely around your shoulders as you walked towards your dad’s car.

“hello, mr. oikawa.” tsukishima greeted your father, opening the door for you. “would you mind if i stay overnight? y/n-san needs a little help with her studies.” he asked politely, a smile rosed on your dad’s face as he nodded.

“thank you.” you let out, exhausted. your head resting on his shoulder with the accompaniment of dim outside, and hushed music from the radio. you got to your house half an hour later, and in the meantime you decided that your boyfriend would stay for the whole weekend since the upcoming exams of yours were supposed to happen on monday.

you sat on your bed, starting off with maths, which surprisingly seemed to be the easiest for you, books surrounding you two as you groaned, falling onto the mattress. “we wouldn’t have to be here if you actually took care of your grades, remember?” he looked at you, eyebrows knitted together.

“i can’t do this.” you whined, hands on top of your faces, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. it took you ten seconds to get over the little breakdown. “give me another exercise.” you stayed up till two, with a little break for something to eat.

as a reward, you finally got to kiss him as he refused to let you for almost all day, pulling back whenever you leaned to give him a smooch. his hands cupped your, bruised from falling, hips, pulling you as close as he only could. his soft lips moved against his, and you sigh, making him smile, because it feels too good to be kissing him after such a tiring experience.

his hands fell lower on your bare thighs, caressing small circles on your skin. your fingers ruffling through his hair, pulling on them sometimes. the kiss would probably last waaaaay longer, if it wasn’t for tōru, who barged into your room.

“fuck, can’t you two behave?” your brother rolled your eyes at you, grabbing something from your desk, not even sparing you a glare (thank god). “hands off her, i already have a nephew, and don’t need another one.” he remarked, cocking his head to the side. “oh, fumiko will drop off takeru tomorrow.”

“can’t you knock?” you replied, frowning as you watched him, leaning on the door frame. “what? i have to study, i can’t fail the exams or i will lose my place at school.”

“excuse me, what?”

“we have it under control, can you go now, please?” you pleaded, cheeks burning hot, after his comment on making a nephew. when he finally left (after another five minutes of teasing you, of course), you yawned, and focused yourself on the blonde boy next to you.

he swiftly switched off the light, laid down, and waited for you to cling to his side before drifting to sleep way too fast, as you always did. “night, love you.” you whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

the next two days were exactly the same as the friday evening. tōru took over your shift, as you called it, with takeru, so you and tsukishima could spend more time studying japanese literature and english. when the time of his visit at your house, came to the end, you were a mess, stressing out that the weekend wasn’t enough, and you needed more time to learn something more.

“you’ll do great, okay? i know that.” his fingers held your chin, making you look at him. “you don’t need to worry about it, call me as soon as you know the results, okay?” you nodded, letting him kiss you for the last time, before you bid goodbyes.

he was in the middle of the morning practice, when yachi called for him, his phone in her hand and an incoming call showed on the screen. he excused himself to pick up, and the first thing he heard was-

“I PASSED MATHS!” you shouted through the speaker, your tone so happy that he smiled involuntarily. “but i gotta go, four exams left, call you later, love you.” and before he even got to say i love you back, you hung up the phone.

“what was that, tsukishima-san?” sugawara asked, when the boy stepped into the gymnasium again. “something happened?” he inquired kindly, a worried expression on his face.

“no, no. my girlfriend passed an exam she studied hard for.” he shrugged, not noticing the reactions of his teammates upon hearing the word girlfriend. “shiratorizawa have exams mid-year?” yamaguchi, who seemed to be the only one that knew about kei’s relationship, frowned.

“it’s for the scholarships or something, school wanted to take the scholarship from her since she has shitty grades.” it was one of the first times others witnessed that kind of openness from him, but he could never shut up when it came to talking about you.

“your girlfriend’s a scholarship at shiratorizawa?” kageyama asked, his eyebrows knitted together as he tried to process the information he just received. “oikawa-san’s your girlfriend?”

“the ice-skater?” someone uttered. “the great king has a sister, and she’s your girlfriend? that’s so cool!” hinata exclaimed out of sudden. “you should invite her here sometimes.” someone chimed in.

“she barely has any time, she has a competition soon, so she rarely leaves the ice rink.” he spoke out, before daichi cut off the conversation, before they got back to the practice.

when you finally left the classroom after the last exam, you were on cloud nine, making your way towards the train stop to get to karasuno as soon as possible. you were too ecstatic about passing that you could have a day off training to surprise your boyfriend.

it was already afternoon, when you arrived at the location. the volleyball club was having another practice, so you headed to the gym, the direction showed by one of the students. you peaked your head out through the door, and grinned at tsukishima when he noticed you.

“i aced japanese lit!” you exclaimed quietly, feeling the eyes of his teammates on your back. “so i thought you’d maybe like to go eat something tasty with me after the practice?” you beamed.

“what if you went with me and the guys somewhere? then you could stay overnight, akiteru goes to sendai tomorrow morning, he can drop you off.” he suggested, tugging a stray of your hair behind your ear. you nodded, happily.

“sooo, we’re on the stage where i meet your friends?” you chuckled as he rolled his eyes.

“sure we are.”